Claiming What's Mine Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

Lyra could barely breathe, barely think, barely exist outside of the overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned. "I promised Mom I'd help you adjust," Damien continued, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. "So let me make this crystal fucking clear....you adjust by accepting that you're mine. Not theirs. Mine. You belong to me first, to this family second. You're my responsibility. My possession. My everything." He released her throat and pushed her back down onto the bed, changing the angle, somehow managing to go even deeper. "And I take care of what's mine," he growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "I fuck it. I claim it. I make sure it never forget

I can't fuck this up a second time. "You're mine. Have been from the moment I laid eyes on you, since I sank into you years ago, took your cherry and claimed you. Do you understand me?" She nods her head again, removing my hand from her mouth. I don't give her the opportunity to speak because I know questions will pour from her mouth. I still don't know what's happening, or what is going to happen. All I know is that she is mine. Cielo would have to kill me first before he gets to claim her as his wife.

Mine… Mine… Mine… mine… I was still taking her body, still making her mine. Unable to face what happened within, I turned my focus to her flesh, pumping into her, owning her, branding her with my scent, my need, my self, braiding our souls, until it was impossible to know where I ended and she began. And as I shuddered and shook, riding the edge of climax, she cried my name. “I Claim you. You are mine. Forever.” Climax and the power she’d always offered me crashed over us in a tsunami, and I was tossed aside like a leaf in the wind, grasping, screaming, clawing for purchase until I was thrown to the shore of her, limp and helpless…

"Did. You. Fuck. Him?" I throw my hands up in defiance, my voice rising to a shout. "What do you care, Logan? Why does it matter to you?" But before I can continue, he cuts me off, his words dripping with possessiveness. "You. Are. Mine. Nadine," he declares, his voice low and menacing. "And no man, I repeat, NO MAN dares to take what is mine." His gaze bores into mine, sending a chill down my spine as he emphasizes his claim.

Red streaked across the ivory paint like blood. “I don’t give a damn who you are, ‘Mei.’ I’ll kill you if I have to.” Her voice cracked with venom, but it only made her angrier. She turned to the mirror, chest heaving. “Cheng is mine,” she hissed, eyes wild. “He always was. You think a new dress and a new attitude makes you untouchable? You don’t even know him. Not like I do.” She picked up her phone again, fingers trembling now—but not with fear. With rage.

he said. “I rejected you” I said. “ I claim you and I want you, you have my mark on you already” He said. “That doesn’t compel me to remain your mate! Snapped at him. “I know, any ways my dear mate as from now on , I claim you as mine, you are mine and you remain mine and no one dare to claim you from me” He said. I try to struggle wrist out of his hand but it was too hard on my hand.

“That belongs to me!” She claws at my fingers, trying to wrench the ring free. Panic flares in my chest as I yank my arm back from her but she’s stronger than I expected, fueled by something ugly and desperate. Her fingers dig into my knuckles painfully while she yanks on my finger again, practically dislocating it. “This should’ve been mine! Dominic was supposed to be mine! I waited for him this whole time! I was patient! And you… you waltz in and steal everything that was meant for me!”

His blue eyes were round-round and she heard him ask what he was to her. Mo Yuhan was anticipating her answer but she didn't reply for a long time. Just as he was about to give up, she moved closer to him and rubbed her face on his arm as she incoherently mumbled "You..are...Mine...All mine! You are big fish..my shark. I abandoned..concubines..for you.! You can't leave..me!" The man's heart skipped a beat. His heart warmed up as he flashed her a wide smile which made his face appear otherworldly. If only Tang Li was awake now, she would have pounced on him.

My eyes hardened, "We can not stay here; in case you didn't notice, we are within drug lords. Don Adler is a mob boss; he cleared us of one trouble. With him, we are going to be in a thousand more!" "HE CLEARED YOU, NOT ME!" she yelled, "You are the worst. We have a good life here. We leave here; we do not even have a place to stay!" "We'll sort things out..." She raised her hands, "I'm not doing that shit with you, you can go, but I'll be right here," she turned away, going to a drawer and throwing the pendant in it, "Ending up like mum isn't a dream of mine."

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.